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Rh But no one spoke, and no one stirred,
 * Or lifted hand to save

From such a fearful, frightful death,
 * The little lad so brave.

"It is woful deep!" he shuddering cried;
 * "But, oh! I canna tell!

So drop me down, then, if you will—
 * It is nae so deep as hell!"

A childish scream, a faint, dull sound—
 * O Jamie Douglas true!

Long, long within that lonely cave
 * Shall Tain Roy wait for you.

Long for your welcome coming-
 * Waits the mother on the moor,

And watches and calls, "Come, Jamie, lad,"
 * Through the half-open door.

No more adown the rocky path
 * You come with fearless tread,

Or, on moor or mountain, take
 * The good man's daily bread.

But up in heaven the shining ones
 * A wond'rous story tell,

Of a child snatched up from a rocky gulf
 * That is nae so deep as hell.

And there before the great white throne,
 * Forever blessed and glad,

His mother dear and old Tarn Roy
 * Shall meet their bonny lad.

STORY OF A BEDSTEAD. was night.

The boarding-house was wrapt in tenebrous gloom, faintly tinted with an odor of kerosene.